LISHARYofCeNeRESS 
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DEC 14 1906 

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CLASS A XXC, N«. 

COPY B. 






Copyrighted, 1906. 



VIRGINIA ARMISTEAD GARBER. 



All Rights Reserved. 



To The 
Association for the Presrrvation 

OF 

VIRGINIA ANTIQUITIES 

whose patriotic work it has been to rescue from 

oblivion and decay the landmarks 

of Virginia's historic past. 



The Three Ships 

That brought the Fir$t Permanent Vhite Settlers to 

the United States, landing at Jamestown, Va,, 

May I3th, 1607. 



[bxtract] 

"Susau Constant, loo tons; Goodspeed, 40 tons* 
Discovery, 20 tons." 

"One hundred and five emigrants sailed from the 
Downs, England, destined for Virginia, December, 19, 
1606, entered Chesapeake Bay, April 26, 1607, and landed 
at Jamestown, May 13, iGoj.^^— Harper's Book 0/ Facts ^ 
page 912, Virginia State Library. 



POCAHONTAS. 

[Princess of the White Feather.] 

Indian name — Matoax. 

Christian name — Rebecca. 



PREFACE. 

The frontispiece water color of Pocahontas 
was painted from a photograph of the only life 
portrait of her, in Barton Rectory, Norfolk, 
England, owned by Mr. Elwyn, one of the Rolfe 
family. It was photographed by one of the best 
English photographers, under the personal su- 
pervision of Mrs. Herbert Jones, author of 
Sandringham. She gives the following descrip- 
tion of the portrait : 

DESOBIPTION OF PORTRAIT OF POCAHONTAS IN 

BARTON RECTORY^ NORFOLK COUNTY^ 

ENGLAND. 

''2 ft. 83^ X 2 ft. 1," enclosed in an oval. The 
painting of the face and details of the dress are 
clear and finished and show great delicacy and 
beauty of execution. The whole effect of the 
coloring is rich, mellow and deep-toned. She 
looks at once royal in birth and in nature. The 
features are handsome and well formed and the 
lips bright red — the skin dark, smooth and vel- 



11 PEEFACE 

liim-like, with a suspicion of copper tint. The 
eyes are remarkable, prolonged at the corners, 
more meditative than brilliant, like still pools 
rather than flashing water — colour a rich, de- 
cided, undeniable brown, with very blue tints on 
the white eye-balls. Eyebrows straight and 
black. The short hair by the ear throws out a 
glistening pearl earring. The deep lace ruff ris- 
ing behind defines sharply the shape of the face 
which shows high cheek bones, the outline nar- 
rowing abruptly below them, so characteristic of 
her race. The hat she wears on her head sinks 
unnoticed into the scarcely less dark back- 
ground, while the richly chased broad golden 
band around it gives the effect of a coronet, and 
is in happy combination with the colouring of 
her face. She wears a mantle of red brocaded 
velvet much ornamented with gold — the under- 
dress dark blue, buttoned with gold buttons. A 
small taper hand holds a fan of three white 
ostrich feathers." — Jones' ^^Sandringham." 

Pocahontas was married to John Rolfe in 
April, 1614; died at Gravesend, England, 
March, 1617, at the age of twenty-one. Her son, 
Thomas Eolfe, remained in England, where he 
was educated under the care of his uncle, Henry 
Rolfe, until manhood. He returned to Vir- 



PBEFACB 111 

ginia and settled on his patrimonal estate, 
Varina, near Henricopolis, sixteen miles below 
Kichmond. It is known that he visited his In- 
dian kinsfolk and inherited land from his 
grandfather, Powhatan. Thomas Kolfe's daugh- 
ter, Jane, married in 1675 Eobert Boiling of 
Kippax, a fine seat on James River. For con- 
tinued descent see records at Virginia Historical 
Society. 




STORY OF POCAHONTAS. 

t-Alndian handmaid 
icess Pocahontas, 
Told i^^L^^^^Sfe^^ me sitting 
In the chimn«y corner smoking. 
Old she wi«w Hut always thinking 
Of her mistress, of Matoax. 
Of their youthful days together, 
When they wandered through the forest, 
Through the thickets, by the river, 
And would frequent skim the water 
In the long canoe, and bring back 
Roots of musquaspen, with which they 
Dyed their mats and targets crimson. 
Roots of healing, roots of balsam, 
Roots of pocones, good for swellings. 
And they peered into the wildwood, 
Knew the haunts of fox and squirreL 
Of her Weroance, she told me, 



2 Stoet op Pocahontas 

PowHatan, great king and ruler. 

Kfty of the tallest warriors* 

Always near to guard and warn him. 

How hig robes were made of deer skins, 

Of the mink, the bear and beaver, 

iVinged with many tails of raccoon. 

On hig head he wore the feathers, 

From the lofty eagle plundered. 

His endurance, wisdom, yi 

Far surpassed all other chie| 

On the roof of every dwellij 

Where he lived a guard wj 

At each corner was a watcl 

Every hour through the darkness,' 

One who was their captain whistled, 

And each in his turn would answer, 

Which did far and wide re-echo. 

Said that in his house of treasurea 

None save Priests would dare to enter. 

Told of Okee, King of evil. 

Whom they worshipped, whom they feared ; 

♦Captain John Smith's Hlstorj. 




Stout of Pocahontas 

And to keep them from all evil, 
Even human life was taken. 
Of their Pawcorances, altars,* 
Placed to mark some deed of valour, 
Or deliverance, or some blessing. 
A^Tiereon sometimes blood was offered, 
Sometimes deer fat, or tobacco. 

Omawada's face grew softer 
When she spoke the name Matoax 
Dearest of her Chieftain's children. 
How this baby was invested 
With a state, and care, and loving, 
That exceeded all the others 
Even Mantaquaus — the noble 
Kingly son of Powhatan. 
Then said Omawada to me, 
Twelve times had the forest branches 
Dropped their leaves of many colors, 
Since Matoax came among them, 
When this Princess had a vision, 

•Smith's History. 



4 Story of Pocahontas 

Had a dream, a passing strange dream 

Of the coming of the white man, 

Of his riches, of his wisdom. 

Of his ships, and frightful thunder, 

Of the blood and cruel slaughter. 

This she said, that as her Princess 

Lay asleep one summer evening, 

All about her shone resplendent, 

All the air was soft and fragrant, 

One appeared in shining garments 

There before her in the wigwam. 

Took her hand and led her gently 

Down the slope unto the river. 

Pointed to the shining water. 

Bade her look upon its surface. 

Then she saw reflected in it 

Boats, with giant wings spread outward, 

Boats with crowds of strange white faces. 

As she stood and gazed with wonder, 

From the sides of all the vessels. 

Clouds of smoke came, flash of fire, 

Followed instantly by thunder. 



Stoey of Pocahontas 

Terrified she started backward — 
When the vision slowly vanished. 
Then the white robed one spake to her 
Whispered soft like breeze of evening, 
That the God who made the heavens. 
And the earth and all things therein. 
Wished her to befriend the white man, 
She, the little Indian maiden, 
She, the guardian of the white man 
Who was coming o'er the ocean. 

well remembered, 
le women and the children 
ith swift and eager footsteps, 

id that Opechancanough* 
a prisoner, a white man. 
\the Indians danced about him, 
^ila with shoutings, wild with leapings. 
When they circled close about him 
With their clubs aloft to strike him, 
Pocahontas with swift motion 

♦Smith's History. 




6 Btobt op Pocahontas 

Sped to him, his head encircling 

With her arms — and thus she saved him. 

Powhatan, unto his warriors, 

Spak« — their cluhs were quickly lowered — 

Spared the white man for Matoax. 

Said that he should be her servant, 

Make her bells, her beads, her cop] 

After this, with sweet entreaty 

She besought her mighty father 

To give up this man of wisdom, 

Who had told them things so wondro\ 

Who had showed to them a toy 

By the which his way he could find 

Over waters, through the forest^ 

By a straight and quivering needle 

That forever pointed northward 

To the star in Manguakaiau. 

Then the mighty King her father 

Let him go back to his people. 

•Smith's History. tStith's History of Virginia. 

INeiU's Virginia Carolorum. Thorpe, In visiting the 
Indians, learned that they understood about the con- 
stellations, had observed the North Star — Manguakaiau — 
meaning Great Bear. 




Stoey of Pocahontas 

And forever, always after, 

She was called the friend of white man. 

And she never feared nor tarried 

Them to warn, and them to nourish. 

When hard pressed, and weak and famished,* 

She, attended by her followers, 

Into Jamestown went with baskets 

Filled with corn and hams of venison. 

Captain Smith was always kindly 

Unto her, and called her daughter. 

Then said Omawada to 

I remember well that ev^ 

Bitter cold it was, and stormy, 

But her Princess bade her follow 

Come with stealth, and cautious footsteps 

Through the forest, dark and dreary, 

For her father had determined. 

That night, Captain Smith to slaughter. 

And she fast, must, by the short way, 

♦Smith's History. 

t Letter t© Queen Anne. — Smith's History. 




8 Stoet of Pocahontas 

Through the dense woods, through the marshes, 

Go and tell the warrior Captain, 

He should quickly go to Jamestown. 

When she reached the place, the opening 

Where the eighteen men were sitting 

^Round the bright fire, roaring, crackling, 

Quick she told them, close behind her 

Were a band of warrior captains 

Bearing in their arms great platters 

Filled with goodly, tempting victuals ; 

Just a make believe of kindness. 

For, when they their arms would lay down. 

They would seize,: and instant slay them. 

As she stood there, in the firelight, 

With her great eyes full of pity, 

There was one who sprang up quickly, 

Grasped her hand, and friend did call her 

And with haste, did bring her trinkets 

Such as all the Indians fancy. 

Strings of beads, and toys, and copper. 

But she waved them back, and answered 

Haste I go, leave here I death is coming 1 




Story of Pocahontas 
, then turned and vanished. 

Jmith soon left Virginia, 
^naught prospered fairly.* 
lers lacked his wisdom, 
wit, and lacked his goodness. 
After this, said Omawada, 
Pocahontas was then helpless. 
Had no one to trust in Jamestown. 
Thej said one thing, did another. 
Would not work, and frequent quarreled. 
Then the Indians revolted, 
Those they met were spoiled and murdered, 
Those who came to trade were butchered, 
Though Matoax did endeavor 
To protect them, and to warn them. 
Opce, thereafter, they to please her. 
Spared a boy, one Henry Spillman.f 
And she kept him by her efforts 
Safe, for many years she kept him, 

♦Stiths' History. 
tSmitii's History. 



10 Stoey of Pocahontas 

'Mong the tribes of the Potowmacs. 
Where, when she was sick and weary 
Of the awful carnage, bloody. 
To them fled she, and lived quiet, 
Till, as captive, Captain Argall* 
Took her in his ship to Jamestown, 
Hoping, thereby with her father 
To make terms of peace and trading. 
And, hereafter, force the Indians 
To restore their men and firearms, 
And the tools which they had taken 
From their fields, and forts and houses, 
Omawada, true and faithful. 
Went at onco to seek her mistress, 
Begged Sir Thomas Dale to let her 
Be a prisoner with her Princess. 
So it happened, at Bermudas 
Favorite home of good Sir Thoma3,t 
Omawada found her Princess 
Placed in comfort and contented, 

♦Stiths' History. ' — — — 

t Bishop Meade's Old Churches and Families of Virginia, 
Vol. I. 



StOEY of PoCAHONTAfl 11 

Free in palisades to wander 

Back and forth where e'er she willed it. 

For, she pledged her word and honor 

E'ot to go back to her father. " 

So, the trusted Pocahontas, 

Followed by her faithful servant 

Up and down the river wandered, 

Tn the woods, and in the meadows. 

As she walked all eyes would follow 

Watched her graceful step and motion, 

Watched the plumes that waved and nodded 

All about her vaven tresses. 

And the band of burnished copper 

Caught the rays of brilliant sunlight, 

Caught and held them, like a halo 

Kesting on her head so queenly. 

On her nimble feet were moccasins 

Which, with colored beads were broidered, 

And across her instep banded 

Was a narrow strip of buckskin, 

That went round her slender ankles, 

Where, with fringed ends 'twas fastened. 



13 Stokt of Pocahontas 

And a jerkin of fair deer skin, 

And a skirt of yellow buckskin 

Clad the willowy undulations 

Of her figure lithe and supple. 

Both the jerkin and the kirtle 

Broidered were with rich designing. 

And the fringe that shone and tinkled 

As she stepped, of quills was fashioned, 

White and glistering, and a'tween them 

Were the shining copper pieces. <->j-d;J^, 

All about her throat did circle ^i 

Strings of white beads, strings of blue beads, 

At Bermudas, good Sir Thomas* 

Did instruct his page to publish 

That the Princess Pocahontas, 

Daughter of the mighty Chieftain, 

Should, by all, as such be treated, 

And, to her, be paid due homage. 

Soon her own grace, and her nature 

True and kindly, good and gentle. 

Won from all respect and homage, 

♦Smith's History, Vol. IL, p. 19. 




Stoey of Pocahontas 13 

Won from all a kindly feeling 

For the captive, Indian maiden. 

And they marveled when they heard her 

Speak their language vrith such freedom. 

She had learned it, so she told them, 

From a white boy, Thomas Savage,* 

Who was given to her father. 

Shere came to fair Bermudas 
One, ofvmanly face and figure, 
jwas a noble Christian 
did espouse with fervor 

\jtrii uib interests of Virginia, 
And was likewise friend of Indian. 
Ilolfe, an English gentleman. 
Frequent came, and often tarried, 
For he took delight and pleasure 
In the lovely Pocahontas, 
And, in divers ways endeavored 
To beguile her as a captive. 
And to teach her as a heathen. 

•Smith's History. 




14 Stoky of Pocahontas 

Soon he loved to watch her glances 
Flash and gleam with keen discernment. 
Soon her eyes so calmly trusting 
Kindled in his heart a yearning 
For this pure and guileless maiden 
For this "nonpareil of women." 
And, unconscious, she was weaving 
^Spells that made him prisoner, captive. 

this time the saintly Whittaker* 
tell her of his Master. 
Ipd, the great Creator, 
^ho made the sun that warms us, 
id6 the earth, the sky, the ocean. 
Told her of his Son, Christ Jesus, 
Who, to save all, left high heaven, 
Came to earth to dwell a season. 
Of his wondrous words of wisdom, 
Marvelous words of loving kindness 
That doth all mankind encircle. 
How His blood was shed to save us, 

*Stitlis' History. 




Story of Pocahontas 16 

Gives eternal life unto us, 

And to all, pure hearts, who ask Him 

And the grace to keep them holy. 

All her face was fraught with feeling, 

And her eyes with tears were gleaming, 

As she listened to this teaching, 

Peace on earth, good will to all men. 

le woods in dazzling crimson, 
), russet, green, and golden, 

as if the sunset colors 
caught there in masses brilliant, 
^ada and her mistress 
Sat them down beside the river. 
She was weaving her a mantle* 
Made of feathers, deftly fastened, 
Woven in and out with fla:x threads. 
And her maid was likewise busy. 
Twisting in and out the rushes. 
And the mat was nearly finished 
When, beside the Princess standing, 

♦Smith's History. 




16 Stoey of Pocahontas 

Came the one whose step she well knew : 
But no sound she gave, save only 
That her lips did quiver gently. 
When he spoke, her heart was throbbing, 
And her cheek was dyed with crimson. 
In his hand he held a quiver 
Full of arrows, and a long bow. 
When she saw them, lightly sprang she 
To her feet, and close beside him 
Glad once more, to touch, to handle 
Bow and arrows, and the quiver. 
Then he told her if she wished it 
They would wander through the forest 
And would match their skill together, 
She with arrows, he with rifle. 
So, in sport, and work and pleasure 
Passed the days, until the springtime. 

When the tender buds unfolded 
And the fringed tree plumes, so feathery, 
Tossed and nodded by the brooklet. 
And, within the woods and bywaya 




Stoky of Pocahontas 17 

Were the snowy dogwood blossoms, 
And the purple Judus, blooming, 
When the limpid brook was gurgling, 
Telling of the warm days coming, 
To the 'church they led the maiden 
Yearning for the solemn service,* 
For the holy rite of baptism. 
Chnawada told with reverence, 
How the holy man of heaven 
Softly dropped the crystal water 
On her head, and face upturned. 
Then, with finger dipped in water. 
Laid the cross upon her forehead, 
Set on her the seal of Christian, 
First of all the Indian nation. 
Soon thereafter, good Sir Thomas 
Planned to take her to her father, 
To exchange her for the white man 
Held in bondage, — and utensils, 
Swords, and firearms they had stolen 



•Sir Thomas Dale's letter to the Bishop of London. 
Meade's History, Vol. I., p. 79. 



18 Story of Pocahontas 

Often when they came to Jamestown, 
When the sweet spring breeze was filling 
All the sails of those brave vessela 
Omawada and her Princess 
Went in state, up the bold river,* 
Till they reached the Indian village 
Werowocomoco called, 
"Whereupon, with scornful mann^ 
They demanded what was wanteds 
Then Sir Thomas told them plainly 
He had brought their worthy Princess, 
Daughter of their royal master. 
To receive the promised ransom. 
But they would not heed and told him 
To depart, or they would shortly 
Make them sorry they had come there. 
Whereupon the boats were started 
For the shore, in dauntless fashion. 
And when near, we saw the Indians 
Lift their arms and spring their bows back, 
And the whizzing arrows darted 

•Smltli's History. 




Story of Pocahontas 19 

In a shower all about them. 
But they landed, and the Indians 
Fled before them to the forest. 
And the flaming torches shortly 
Made a ruin of their village. 
On the morrow, higher sailed he 
On Pawmunkey, up to Matchot, 
Where four hundred warriors crowded 
To the water^s edge, and dared them 
Come ashore ; none hesitated ; 
Onward sped their boats, they landed, 
Parleyed, and a truce arranged, 
Till their chieftain was consulted. 
All this time, said Omawada, 
When they landed, when they parleyed, 
Pocahontas stood and watched them, 
Head erect, and nostrils quivering. 
Parted lips, and bosom heaving ; 
For, in one of the boats that landed. 
And the first to step ashore there, 
Was one, who was kind unto her. 
Whom she loved and whom she trusted. 



20 Story of Pocahontas 

Faithful Kolfe, her friend, her lover. 
And her eyes, with fierce intentness, 
Followed wheresoe'er he lingered. 
For, she feared some treachery lurking ; 
Feared, until there stood among them, 
Royal, loyal, Mantaquaus. 
Mantaquaus, her noble brother,* 
He, who scorned deceit and trickery. 
As she looked, another brother 
Stood among them by the river. 
And the boat returning to them, 
Brought the two — but left the other, 
On the shore, they left him standing, 
With the Indians all about him. 
Then, with far off gaze, and yearning, 
She seemed lost to all about her. 
Thinking, wondering, why he stayed there. 
Then, did Omawada make her 
'Ware, that someone stood beside her 
Who would speak a word unto her. 

•"He was the most manliest, comeliest, boldest spirit I 
ever saw in a savage." — Smith's Historj. 



8toey of Pooahontas 21 

Turning, with a wild free motion. 
She beheld there close beside her 
Clarence, page, of kind Sir Thomas. 
On his bended knee he told her. 
That his master would acquaint her 
That her brothers two were waiting 
'Now on board to see their sister ; 
Should he bring them there unto her? 
In the gun room where she lingered 
Looking through the port-hole spaces ? 
All forgotten were her brothers 
In her heart throbs for that other; 
But, she joyful gave them greeting, 
\^nien they shortly came unto her. 
And, they joyful were to see her, 
In fair health and well contented.* 
As they gazed upon their sister 
They discerned a look, a something 
That from them, did seem to part her. 
She, to them, did look superior, 
Loftier, nobler, far above them. 

•StithB' History. 



23 Stoey of Pocahontas 

She was dressed in straight trim garments 
Like unto the English women. 
But they draped her lissome figure 
With a stateliness and bearing, 
That did make them both to wonder. 
Then they questioned her full closely, 
How it was she was ^^tented ^^^ 
To give up her wild : fe^^^^^ ^^^ 
To give up her home, her-^j^^^^^^;;^ 
Standing there before her bro!^^^ 
With her fingers laced together, 
She did speak, said Omawada, 
Unto them of all the changes 
That had come upon her lately, 
When she told them that the white man, 
Had a written law from heaven 
From the Grod, the great Creator 
Of the universe, vast, mighty. 
Upturned was her face and pointing 
Upward, with her hand, she told them 
In his hand he held the North wind 
East wind, gentle South, and West wind. 



Story of Pocahontas 

For man, He created all things. 
Everywhere He scattered flowers, 
Everywhere He breathed sweet music, 
Everywhere with colors gorgeous, 
Did He clothe the earth with beauty. 
For, He loved His earthly children, 
And He loved to make them happy. 
Then she told witli reverence, softly, 
Of her Father up in heaven, 
Who would have is earthly children 
Pattern all their lives and actions, 
Like unto the life, and teachings 
Of His son, the well beloved. 
Much they marvelled, much they questioned 
All these strange things that she told them. 
Then she asked them of her father, ^ 

Begged that they would cease their warfare 
'Gainst the whites who wished to treat them 
Kindly, wished to make them Christians, 
A^Tiilst she spake thus to her brothers, 
Came one, whom to see was gladness I 
"Wliom she feared might now be circled 



24 Stoey of Pocahontas 

With some cunning, cruel treachery. 

When she saw him coming to her, 

From her eyes there leapt a welcome, 

Though she stood without a motion. 

Thfen he came up close beside her, 

And with courtly grace bent near her, 

Took her hand, and said "My Princess, 

Tell your brothers that forever 

Yon have linked your life, your loving, 

Unto one, who by the blessing 

Of our Father up in Heaven, 

Will with tender love and reverence, 

Keep thee, hold thee, from this day forward, 

For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, 

In sickness, in health, to love, to cherish 

Until us death do part, Amen." 

When these solemn words were ended, 

For a moment there was silence — 

His face upturned, hers bent lowly. 

And a benediction holy 

Seemed to breathe upon the two there, 

He, a scion of far England, 



Story of Pocahontas 25 

She, a Princess of Virginia, 
Both, the children of one Father. 

Well was pleased tlie miglitj Chieftain* 
When he heard this nuptial story, 
And he straitwaj planned to further 
All the wishes of his daughter. 
And, it followed that Matoax 
Brought about the peace she longed for, 
Brought about a friendly feeling 
Twixt the white man and the Indian, 

Just before his troth he plighted, 

Master Rolfa^^ sorely troubled, 

AiLi^::Se wrote a long epistle f 

To Sir Thomas Dale, and told him 

He had written, had not spoken 

So his friend might think and ponder 

And might better judgment render. 

This he told him, in his letter, 

ITow his heart was caught and tangled, 

♦Stitha* HiBtory. 

tRolfe's letter to Sir Thomas Dale. — Meade's History, 
Vol. I., p. 126. 



26 Stoey of Pocahontas 

In a maze of tender loving 

For the Indian, Pocahontas. 

And he asked his true opinion, 

His wise counsel, admonition. 

Told him he had brought this matter 

To his God in prayer incessant, 

To direct, and aid and govern 

AU his thoughts, and words and actions. 

When Sir Thomas read this letter 

Straight he sought this noble Christian, 

And most gladly l)ade him God speed I 

In this wise and tender matter. 

Whereupon went Rolfe right swiftly 

To Matoax, now Rebecca, 

And in presence of her brothers, 

Did their troth pledge each to other. 

After this, said Omawada, 

Her sweet Princess lived and acted 

Like to one in trance or dreaming. 

She was happy, but not gladsome ; 

And whenever Rolfe did leave her 

She would gaze far o^er the river, 



Stoey of Pocahontas 27 

And a look pathetic, wistful 
On tier face came like a shadow. 
One fair evening, in the gloaming 
As she walked beside the river, 
She, to Omawada mentioned 
That a dream had irked her sorely, 
Haunted all her waking moments. 
Dreamed that o'er the boundless waters 
They had borne her to a strange land, 
To the land whence came the white man. 
Where the people passed in thousands, 
Like the stars in countless numbers. 
And through all this crowd of strangers, 
Through the tumult, they had led her 
To a place, so still, so lonesome. 
Where were mounds in countless number, 
And as countless stones and marbles. 
That her eye amongst the number, 
Saw her name cut in a sandstone. 
Night by night, to her the dream came, 
Did it mean that she would die there 
In that land across the big sea. 



28 Stoky of Pocahontas 

In that lonely land of strangers ? 
Omawada straightway told her 
She would put a stop to dreaming 
She would tie three withes of hazel, 
Hang them just above her pillow, 
Eestful sleep would come down softly, 
On her eyelids, and her spirit 
Would be joyous, as was fitting 
One to be a bride so shortly. 

When the sweet and balmy south winds, 
Rustled in the tender foliage, 
When the violets were blooming 
All along the woodland pathways, 
Forth there came across the forest, 
Decked in plumes and gay in color, 
Opachisco, aged warrior,* 
Uncle of the Indian maiden. 
And her brothers stepping proudly, 
Tn their beads, and robes and feathers, 
Came to Jamestown, sent by Powhatan 

♦Stiths' History. 



Story op Pocahontas 

In his itead to do the honors 
That became the royal Princess, 
Fairest woman of their nation. 
There in Jamestown did they tarry 
Since from Werowocomoco, 
They returned, and it was planned 
She and Master Rolfe should marrj. 

In the house of good Sir Thomas 
In her wedding gown they robed her, 
'Not one of her kith or kindred 
Was beside her, save her handmaid, 
Faithful, loving Omawada. 
When the midday hour was striking, 
Forth they led the Indian maiden, 
To the Church of God they took her. 
When she stepped within the doorway. 
Through the fair wide open ^ indows 
Came the soft breeze, and the sunshine. 
All the air was sweet with odours. 
All the house was fair with flowers,* 

*Strachy's account of the Church at Jamestown. 



30 Stoky of Pocatioi^tas 

Thej had gathered from the forest, 
From the hedges, and the thickets. 
Then there rushed across her vision 
Tender memories of childhood. 
Of the times, she oft had laid her 
Down among the sweet wild flowers. 
On she stepped, up to the chancel, 
With her native grace and freedom. 
One side walked her stalwart brother, 
Mantaquaus, of kingly aspect. 
On the other was the white man 
!N'oble Kolf e, her chosen husband. 
There, within the choir seated, 
Was the Governor with his counsellors 
And his guard of stout Halberdiers 
Robed in fair, red cloaks of livery. 
Pressing near were swarthy faces. 
Eager, curious, looking, thinking, 
Wondering, much the Indian Princess 
Would give up her home and kindred. 
Towering high above all others, 
Opachisco stood attentive. 



Stobt of Pocahontas 81 

Wrapt up closely in his mantle. 

Xear to him stood Omawada, 

As her uncle gave her to him,* 

As she listened to the service, 

All her soul was stirred within her 

With the thought, that now, forever, 

Severed from her were her kindred. 

But the love that filled her being, 

With its yearning, and devotion. 

With its sanctity and pureness, 

Seemed to her to be the shadow 

Of that heaven born love that filled her. 

When the holy rite of baptism 

Sealed her Christian, child of heaven 

So that, when their troth was plighted, 

And their hands were clasped together, 

And the benediction, holy. 

O'er their heads was softly spoken, 

Then her heart, unfolding slowly, 

^N'ow was opened wide in gladness, 

To drink in the warmth, the sunshine, 

♦Sir Thomas Dale's letter. — Meade, Vol. I., p. 79. 



32 Stoey of Pocahontas 

Floodiiig all her life, her being, 
Sent in loving kindness to her, 
From her Father, her Creator. 

They were settled at Henrico,* ,/ 

Kolfe's plantation, situated 

Five miles higher up, and o] 

To Bermudas, where she^|#rst lived. 

All the days thereafte^^llowed 

Full of duties, full of learning 

All the strange ways of the white man. 

All his various needs and customs. ■ 

But through all she passed serenely. 

For her heart was filled with music . 

Rythmic tone of wondrous melody, 

At the touch of love awakened. 

Heavenborn echo, earthward sounding 

In the heart of loved and loving 

Pleasant were the days and seasons. 

Each by other passing quickly, 

Till twice burst the tender spring buds, 

•Meade's History, Vol. I. 



Story of Pocahontas 33 

Twice the cherry trees had blossomed, 

Since the two were joined in wedlock, 

Since the two had hither journeyed, 

When her husband planned to take her 

To his home beyond the ocean. 

She was willing, but not eager 

To go to the far off England. 

And when over ocean sailing 

They had reached the land of strangers, 

Omawada, like a sister, 

Watched and waited on her mistress 

And, not far behind the mother. 

Was in loving the dear baby, 

(^hild of white man, child of Indian, 

That, to them came shortly after. 

When the mighty King of England,* 
And his wife, the good Queen Anne, 
Sought to give unto the Princess 
Of Virginia, royal Avelcome, 
She, with dignity and calmness, 

*Stiths' History, 



34 Stoey of Pocahontas 

With a modest, sweet demeanor, 
Passed through all that dazzling splendor,* 
Through the lines of knightlj courtiers, 
Through the crowds of stately ladies. 
Who, with eager eyes and manner. 
Scanned her looks, her words, her actions. 
Much they marvelled that a savage 
Wild, untutored Indian woman 
Could demean herself so queenly. 
In her heart, so true and trusting, 
Presh from nature's sweet refining, 
Was a fountain, pure and limpid 
That could only send forth waters 
Sweet and wholesome, clear and sparkling. 
Though an Indian, she was woman — 
Then her pride uprose within her, 
Was she not of royal lineage ? 
But beyond this was the longing, 
Was the wish to please her husband — 
Bear herself before his people 
In a way that he would like best. 

•Purchas's Pilgrims. 



Story of Pocahontas 

This she did, and far exceeded 
All he ever thought or wished for. 

When the great Lord Bishop of London,* 
Doctor King did entertain her. 
Through the pomp, the state, the feasting, 
She, with regal step and manner, 
^*Eore herself with great civilitie, 
As the daughter of an Emperor." 
One day in the midst of courtiers, f 
And a goodly English companie. 
Sudden ! in her presence entered 
Captain Smith whom she had saved. 
Low in deference bowed before her, 
Called her Ladye, and Her Highness, 
AVhich confused her much, and added 
To this was the fixed impression 
He had died and long been buried. 
Then those times of blood and treachery, 
She had put so far behind her, 
Overcame her with their memory, 

•Purc!:as's Pilgrims. t Smith's History. 



36 Story of Pocahontas 

And sometime she sat there silent. 
But this passed, and smiling sweetly, 
She did chide him for forgetting 
That he once had called her daughter — • 
That none other name forever 
■^Should he call her, should he think her. 
And she then would feel that she was 
Of his kindred, of his nation." 
Then, with grace and coyness blended 
iJid she tell him that her father 
Doubted much that he had died. 
"Since your people in Virginia* 
Frequent are to lying given." 

London smookp, and fog, and dampness 
Irked herfflfdy^^^er spirit. 
And them/)on to Bran^^rd took her. 
Where ™^sea and air were^pleasant. 
With her baby nestling softly 
To her bosom, she VN^as happy, 
And to none save Omawada 

* Smith's History. 



Story of Pocahontas 37 

Did she speak her weary longing 
For her home beyond the ocean. 
Home — ^where in the forest fragrant, 
And beside the flowing river, 
She would bear her precious baby 
In her arms, and lay him softly 
Down among the purple violets, 
Down among the little blue-eyes 
And upon the waving grasses. 
Through the forest, she would bear him 
To her father, and would lay him, 
Child of white man, child of Indian, 
In his arms, then never ! never ! 
Could his race do aught but kindness 
To the people of his grandson. 
But this wild flower of the forest 
Drooped and faded; then her husband 
To]d her they would soon start homeward 
In the Admiral's ship, and shortly 
Would they sail back to Virginia. 
Where the air was soft and balmy 
Where the sunshine and the odours 



38 Story of Pocahontas 

Soon would make her well as ever. 

Bivtji sadness, softly stealing, 

her face, and o'er her spirit 
Se^ffled to settle down upon her. 

fawada guessed the reason ; 
Of that dream she was e'en thinking, 
But no word unto her Princess 
Did she speak — but when she noticed 
That she gazed far o'er the waters, 
She would straightway fetch the baby, 
And would lay him gently, softly 
In her arms, and straightway leave her- 
Por her heart was nigh to breaking 
At the thought of such an ending, 
To a life so full of promise. 
To a heart so true and loving. 

When the goodly ship was ready,* 
And would soon set sail from England, 
And at Gravesend she was waiting ; 

*Stlths' History. 



Stosy of Pocahontas 

Sudden — then, a swift disorder 

Came upon the Indian Princess, 

Came upon this wife and mother. 

Then, a still small voice whispered 

That her youthful days were numbered, 

That her life was ebbing, flowing, 

That she shortly would be drifting 

Outward from her earthly moorings. 
■K- -K- * ^- * * * 

In the Church, beneath the chancel, 

There in Gravesend sleeps^-aj^pax. 

Proudly owned by honored line^^ 

In Virginia still ^^Our Princess.'' 




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